The Runaway Mate In The Wolf Academy
Throughout her entire life, Gianna ‘Gia' Moretti has been trying to prove herself as worthy of her father's respect. She is the sole child of the strong Alpha Salvatore Moretti, and has always been considered as less than her brothers. With a determination to finally earn her spot, Gia joins the fierce Quadriennal, a deadly competition set up to decide the best wolf in the talents of the four clans.
She wins.
Rather than be recognized for her merits, her father tells her that she is to wed the ruthless Dark Alpha, Vittorio Falcone, whose name is feared throughout the eastern territories.
Gia will not be anyone's subservient wife. She takes the name of Matteo Conti and goes to Gravemont Academy with her best friend Enzo to start a new life away from her family.
However, her freedom is not to be.
Vittorio comes to Gravemont as a combat instructor, but he doesn't know who Gia is, but his wolf is instantly fascinated with the mysterious student. As he plays with the playful little girl, Luca Romano, a kind and protective alpha, becomes increasingly close to her.
While Gia's secrets slowly begin to unravel, so does the truth of the power enclosed inside of her pendant. Her family has a terrible secret and Vittorio soon discovers that the woman he was given to marry might be the person who can change everything.
But now it's up to Gia to either try to run or to embrace the power to which she was born.
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Chapter: Chapter 5I left my father's estate like a ghost. The security was tight. Guards at every gate, patrol wolves running the perimeter in overlapping shifts, cameras mounted on the outer walls. But I had grown up inside those walls. I knew every blind spot, every gap in the rotation, every shadow wide enough to hide in if you pressed yourself flat and held your breath. Seraphina guided me through the dark, her senses sharper than mine, steering me away from the patrols before I could even smell them. We moved low and fast through the east garden, past the locked training yard, toward the massive ivy covered stone wall that surrounded the entire property. I paused near the servants' quarters when voices drifted out of an open window. My brothers. Tony and Marco, sitting inside with drinks in their hands, laughing about something. Three days," Tony was saying. "Three days and she's Falcone's problem. Not ours anymore." Marco snorted. "Can you imagine? Gia, married to that psychopath? She'll come
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: Chapter 4The courtyard was silver with moonlight and empty except for one man. Vittorio Falcone stood near the stone fountain with his hands behind his back, watching the water like it was the only thing in the world worth his attention. He was taller up close than he looked from the platform, built like something carved from dark rock, and the moonlight fell across his jaw in a way that made the shadows under his eyes look hollow and ancient. He knew I was there before I made a sound. "Gianna," he greeted without turning around. His voice was low, unhurried, like a man who had never once needed to raise it to be heard. "You kept me waiting." "You'll get used to it." I stopped ten feet away and folded my arms across my chest.."Because this meeting is going to be very short." He turned then, slow and deliberate, and looked at me the way someone looks at a painting they are thinking about buying. His dark eyes moved over my face, my stance, the set of my shoulders, and something flicked behi
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Chapter: Chapter 3The water was scalding but I stayed under it until my skin turned pink and raw. I wanted the heat to burn away everything. The humiliation. The betrayal. The image of my father standing on that platform and handing me off to a monster like I was nothing more than a piece of livestock at auction. Steam filled the bathroom and the mirror disappeared behind the fog. Good. I did not want to see my own face right now. I was afraid of what I might see in my eyes.Three weeks of grime and tournament blood swirled down the drain. I had fought twelve matches. Won every single one. Beat my brother unconscious in front of ten thousand wolves. And my reward was a cage dressed up as a wedding. I pressed my forehead against the wet tile and closed my eyes. The pendant pulsed against my chest. It had been doing that since the fight, a slow, rhythmic hum, like a second heartbeat sitting right beneath my own. Whatever had tried to claw its way out of me when.the chain broke, it was still in there. S
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Chapter: Chapter 2Tony came at me like a battering ram. I expected it. My brother had always been a first strike fighter, all power and no patience,.and I had been watching his patterns since we were children scrapping in the dirt outside our.father's house. He threw a right hook that could have cracked stone. I ducked it, spun left, and drove my elbow into his ribs so hard the impact traveled up my arm. He grunted and stumbled sideways. The crowd roared but I barely heard them. Everythingnhad narrowed down to the two of us and the space between. "Come on, Tony," I breathed, bouncing on my toes. "That was your opener? I've seen you hit harder in sparring practice." He swung again. Wider this time, sloppy with anger, throwing his whole body into it. I moved. His fist hit nothing but air. "Stand still!" he roared. "Why would I do that?" I hit him twice more. Once in the kidney, once across the jaw. Clean, sharp, calculated. Every blow was designed to push him further into his rage, because the an
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: Chapter 1The arena smelled like wet iron and fear. Three weeks of blood had soaked into the stone floor and no amount of sand could cover the stink anymore. I stood near the edge, my back against the rough bark of the old oak tree, watching my little brother Antonio throw the last punch of his semifinal.His opponent folded like paper. The crowd roared.Tony turned toward me with that look on his face, the one he learned from our father. That look that told me I was next and he planned to enjoy every second of it.My fingers found the silver pendant hanging around my neck. My mother's pendant. The metal was warm against my skin, always warm, like she was still in there somewhere, still pressing her hand over my heart."Seraphina," I whispered to the wolf curled inside my chest.I see him, she growled. He is nothing.She was right. Tony was fast and strong but he fought angry. He always fought angry. And angry fighters make mistakes. I had beaten every single opponent in this tournament without
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
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